Chapter 13
Gabriel
“Günayd?n.” She walks in smiling with her bag and a flower bouquet for her desk as if the office isn’t already loaded with her enough. She has been driving me mad the last few weeks. Ever since she stepped foot here.
Ever since she kissed me at the club and rubbed her scent all over me and now it is stuck like a stain I cannot get rid of and God help me the lavender scent of her is my new essence to life and makes me want only to smell her smell.
Yesterday when we went and bought her engagement ring, the salesman was driving me to my last nerve as he kept touching what is fucking mine and she has the fucking audacity to say she isn’t mine. She has been mine since that first night and not even she herself can change that fact. I want to drive her mad with me. As mad as she is driving me. But also, I want another taste of her.
Another taste of her perfect lips. Another minute just to hold her as I kiss her.
Another whiff of her deep lavender smell.
Not just the taste of her lips, which are perfectly pink and plump and every time she smiles or parts her lips, her white teeth shine, but also a sweet taste of her pussy. I wonder if it would be as sweet as her or would it even become my newest addiction and my new favourite thing to taste?
The only reason I have not done anything is because I do not wish to overstep her boundaries. I want her to kiss me. Again.
“Did you leave me these flowers in my locker?” She asks me as she interrupts my session of thought about her and stares at her as she is wearing a tight black top that has no sleeves and is secured with buttons from the top to the end, giving a perfect view of her cleavage. The top is paired with black trousers that hang around her slim waist, showing off her perfect curves. She waves her hand in the air to get my attention back but my attention was on her the whole time while also my ears were listening to her angelic voice.
“I haven’t.”
“How sweet. Must have been Zan-” she stops talking as she reads the card that was inside the flowers and her happy expression drops slowly. Soon enough she throws the bouquet in the trash bin next to her desk, a frown fills her delicate features.
Which fucker just made my girl upset?
“Who sent you the flowers?”
“What flowers?”
“The ones you were just so happy about and almost mentioned a guy's name whose hand I would have almost chopped off for giving you these. Maybe I should because they did after all upset you.”
She drops her pen on the desk and turns to me with an annoyed expression spread on her face. “No.” She answers.
She rolls her eyes and walks up to me to look through the documents on my desk and the calendar that she checks every day, three times.
One time when she arrives, before she goes to her lunch and an hour before she leaves.
And if the eye rolling of hers already has me railed up then I don’t know how I will survive with her. My dick twitches against my trousers and I smile. Wide.
So much it has her moving in her seat as she can feel my eye burning through her. I know she feels the electric field between us as much as I am but she is ignoring it behind boring expressions and words she doesn’t mean. Like that, after I whispered every word to her, what I will do in Venice to her if she listens and behaves like a good girl then.
“Can we talk?” She breaks the tension of ours. I nod at her as a ‘go ahead’ and she takes a stool that is next to the door and drags it to my desk and situates herself in front of me, while my desk is like a barrier between us that I want to burn. “It’s about our agreement.”
“Already getting cold feet and stepping out, spoiler alert, love. You can’t.”
“What?” She squeals in a high-pitched voice. “No. I want to set some ground rules.”
“Afraid you can’t keep it in your pants.” I joke with her, a little truth hiding behind it.
“You’re one to talk.” I shrug my shoulders. I can’t do anything else except agree. “Last night before bed I thought of some rules we could keep to make this agreement… easier.” She says as she takes the ruler from my desk and fidgets with it.
“Lay them out on me.”
“Rule number one, no kissing.”
“Yeah no. Game over.”
“This isn’t a game.”
I let out a deep breath and leaned with my forearms against my desk. “You can’t ask me to do something that I desperately need.” I lower my voice, and that small action forces her to move closer to me so she understands me better.
“You don’t need one.”
“You don’t know how fucking in need I am for one right know.”
She chuckles, slightly parting her lips revealing her shiny white teeth. “Should have gotten that doll from the dark web like I suggested.”
“Yeah but she can’t scream out sweet noises of melody when I deep fuck her in her cunt like you, love.”
“Rule number two,” she continues but her cheeks are red as a cherry from my words and I am just loving this view. “You have got to stop with that talk.”
“What talk?” I tease her.
“You know,” she shrugs her shoulders shyly.
“Just say it, Lena.”
“That dirty talk.”
I let out a soft laugh. “That is not on my budget list, love.”
“But it should be.”
“Should it? Or are you just afraid it might get too much for you and you might cave in.”
She watches me with a neutral expression and then does something I didn’t expect from her.
She hit me with the ruler.
Feisty little one I have to say. I raise my eyebrow at her and point out her action without a word and a smirk on my face.
“Rule number three,” she continues as she ignores how I tease her with my words and expression, her face red as a cherry.
If I am not mistaken then she might be into something she never would admit to.
The next twenty minutes go by as she keeps throwing in rules and I keep teasing her with her rules and getting on her nerves. I love getting on her last nerves. It’s only fair for me to drive her crazy as much as she is driving me.
A knock on the door stops her from listening to rule number twelve.
TWELVE.
“Flower delivery for Ms Elena Ferreira!” Charles says as he enters the room with another bouquet of white roses.
“From whom?”
“Someone named Ben. He said he is your boyfriend.”
“Ex and throw them in the bin for me, will you?”
“I would love to be of service, milady.” My blood starts to boil as my own brother calls her a nickname.
“Throw them in the bin and get out, Charles.” I demand.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” He says as he throws the bouquet in the bin next to the door and leans against the wall with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah and soon, it will be someone’s casket that I will order if you don’t leave.”
“How do you survive him?”
“Barely.” She answers in a lower voice, as if I won't hear her. He points two thumbs in the air and leaves promptly, closing the door behind him.
“Who’s Ben?”
“My super annoying ex who apparently can’t take a hint and has been trying to win me back for the last two months.”
“Ben who?”
“Why?” She eyes me suspiciously.
“Just thought I might know him.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Okay. His name is Ben Dalton.”
“Is Ben short for something?”
“Yeah, Benedict.” She lets out a chuckle as she says his name.
“Poor choice of a name for a poor person who decided he will mess with my girl.” I whisper as I write down his name. I will find out everything about him soon enough and he will regret messing with someone that’s mine.
“Excuse you?” She snaps and hits me on my hand with the ruler again.
“What?”
“Don’t you dare hurt Ben.”
“No worries, I just need to have a little chat with him to send my wife flowers.” And by talk I mean his face will have a long night with my fist.
“Not your wife.”
“That’s not what the ring on your finger says.”
“It’s just for show and you know that.”
“Just like that kiss was for show?”
She opens her mouth to argue back but clams her lips shut soon after. My eyes drop to her red lips and then meet her narrowed eyes.
I stand up from my seat and walk behind her seat and slowly lean her back on her seat, slowly pushing the button to recline the seat back a little. “Just relax.”
“I think you are forgetting the fact that I can’t relax. My mind is on active mode twenty-four-seven. It’s called anxiety and chronically overthinking. What are you doing?”
“I know. Just try to shut it down for a moment.”
“Why?”
“Stop overthinking it.”
“I-”
“Stop saying you can’t if you haven’t tried.”
“I have.”
“Apparently not hard enough.” I mumble and slowly caress her shoulders and gently massage the back of her neck, getting a low moan out of her. I look over at her, her eyes flutter as I dig my finger in her flesh.
“Oh my. You have good hands.” She moans and then slaps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. At least not out loud.”
“They could be of use to you for many more things if you want, love.” I watch down on her as her head is leaned back and she lets out a low moan when I massage the back of her shoulders.
“Sorry.” she apologises without a second passing by.
“It is perfectly okay. Just let all the frustrating feelings off your shoulders.”
she lets out a bubbly laugh. “Sure, then I would be screaming the office down.”
“It’s soundproofed, sweetheart.” I whisper to her ear, stopping my movements and her shoulders go stiff on my hands. “You can scream as loud as you need to.”
I look down to her and she suppresses a smile, her cheeks red. Could be blush or she is blushing?
She lets out a small laugh out of nowhere, which turns into a laugh fit. “You are funny, you do know.”
“I wasn’t trying to.” She gets up from her seat and my hands slowly fall down from her shoulders and she laughs.
Fucking hell.
She turns in her seat, watching me with a smile on her face and her eyes grow softer the longer her eyes linger. I lean against the chair rest and my eyes wander all over the place.
Her eyes slowly shift into panic. “Dress.” she whispers.
“Hmm?”
“I still need to go dress shopping for Venice so I will leave at one today to go with my best friend and oh my god. I need to get a dress tailored probably because I am a picky person when it comes to clothes and I will probably fall in love with one out of budget and that probably doesn’t fit me but that is okay. Everything is cool beans.”
“Cool beans?”
“Yeah, it’s an expression I use to say ‘yeah everything is okay even if I am stressed at the moment. Am I talking too fast?”
“You’re good. Try the boutique in the city. the Malery one.”
“I am not sure if you know, but I am on a budget so I can’t just spend thousands of pounds on a dress. It’s a waste of money too.” She talks as she rummages through my desk, looking for the calendar that is on the desk but she apparently can’t see.
“You are not paying.” I tell her, reach for the calendar, and hand it to her and she blows away the strand of hair that fell in front of her face, a relieved expression on her face when she sees the calendar.
“You’re right, I can just steal it.” She answer sarcastically, out of breath as she writes down on the calendar whatever just came to her mind,
I let out a chuckle at her reply, slowly placed my hand on her lower back and she bucks at the feeling of my hand on her skin. “Woah, warm hands. Wow.” She chuckles and smiles as she awkwardly straightens up her back and removes my hand with her petite one. “I think the coffee was spoiled this morning.”
“Not true, you are always a bubbly one.”
“I don’t think so. I am just awkward,” she says. “And I always talk without thinking when I am nervous and oh my god.” She gasps as a notification pops up on her phone. “I need to take a sick day off. I have an important doctor's appointment. I need to take an afternoon off to get my shot. Oh my god, why did I just say that?” her face shifts into panic mode when she realised what she just told me and I take the moment to admire her. Even if she seems like a mess, she is the most beautiful mess I have ever glanced at.
I laughed and let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“I don’t need to discuss my life with my boss, especially not my sex life. Oh my god, can you stop me please?'' She holds her hands in front of her mouth to keep herself from saying more, drawing a black line on her cheek with the pen in her hand.
“I can’t. It’s adorable.” I admit and I am not lying when I say that.
“It’s not adorable, it’s embarrassing.” She whisper-shouts at me. I reach over and wipe the black ink from her fair skin and she just stands there starstruck. I pin her hair behind her ear and cup her nape , slowly removing my hand from there and cupping her chin.
“Take the sick day off whenever you need to. Just let me know so that I don’t have to worry about you being kidnapped on your way to work.” I tell her and slowly remove my hand from her chin, trapping her between the table and myself.
“Me?” she laughs and points at herself.” Please.” She waves it off and I feel her heartbeat race faster as I keep two fingers on her throat to feel her heartbeat on the tip of my fingers. “I don’t think anyone would willingly kidnap me. I would annoy them to death with my talking and to be honest that could be a good trait in these kinds of situations or not because they could just kill me you know. I am talking too much, aren’t I?”
I shake my head lightly, smiling like crazy. She has on some kind of smile drug because every time she is around, I smile like a freaking idiot. “You’re good. You’re perfect.” I whisper.
“By all means, I’m not perfect.” She whispers and I lean closer to her, our breaths counting as one now.
“Everyone sees everything differently. To me, you look like a work of art that needs to be exhibited.” The words leave my lips without a second thought. I don’t need to put a second thought when it comes to her because she is always my first thought.
She smiles. “How do you know I like art?”
“You seem like an art girl.”
“What gave me away?”
I take a moment to think about my answer. “You.”
“What?” She laughs nervously. My heart races faster at her life and more blood rushes to my dick, straining against the zipper of my trousers.
I lean closer and trap her between me and my desk. “The way you hold a pencil.”
“You took notice that I am an art girl by the way I hold a pencil?”
I nod.
“How?”
“You always bite it when thinking and love to scribble anytime you can think of a small sketch. My calendar on my desk is proof enough.'' She takes a quick glance at the calendar and her eyes soften as I continue. “Always playing around with it and never being able to hold the pencil still. You always have a slight twist on your lips when you sketch and you hold your nails short which is common for arts people.”
“I just think they are more practical.”
“And you can’t get them dirty when you sketch or accidentally mess up the drawing.” I add. I have to admit it is adorable watching her sketch on my calendar, especially when she has that little twist on her lips because it shows how concentrated she is.
Adorable.
Fuck I don‘t remember the last time I ever thought of someone as adorable.
I take a deep breath out, my heart beating faster than ever. “Fucking hell, you are driving me crazy, love.”
“I am?”
“Can’t you see what you are doing to me? You barred me from anything that represented me. If any other person thought of insulting me the way you sometimes are, they would be facing a write up but with you?” my breathing becomes harsher and I lean even closer to her, my lips hover over hers. The lavender scent of hers invades my nostrils. “You could call me the most crude and insulting things known to this world and yet…” Confusion coats my voice. Elena pulls her eyebrows together in an encouraging motion to tell me to keep going. ”And yet, I would be the happiest man ever to have you talk to me. You make me lose control of everything I used to have control over. I am not the kind of man who likes to lose control but for you I would control all I have left.”
“Seems a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” I chuckle as the words leave her red lips and she laughs with me.
“Dramatic, obsessed. I don’t care. I just know that whatever this is…” I drag the sentence along, not sure how to end it.
“It’ll pass.” she murmurs against my lips and places her hands over mine. “And if not, I am an excellent solution finder.”
“I’ve noticed.”
She chuckles. “Is there anything you haven’t noticed?”
I shake my head; my lips brush over hers at the movement.